Navy Wolf

Chapter 19

The philosophy of the wild is written in the footprints of wolves,

a script only the wise can decipher.

☾

I couldn't sleep the same night.

Tossing and turning would not help, my mind was wide-awake. I tried counting sheep which was just a useless attempt to kill time.

Kaven's words swelled up inside of me making me tremble with joy. The thought that he was sleeping under the same roof as me attributed a brand new meaning to it.

But now that he confessed his feelings - What is going to happen to us?

Riley had called again in the late afternoon, telling me, that dad was doing his best to get me back to Vancouver and him and the chief were making plans that she didn't quite understand because they kept her out of it.

A plan that was going to get me back home from Parksville - so the Black Shucks weren't going to follow us.

A couple of hours ago, I couldn't wait to leave this town, but now I didn't want to.

What a simple confession can have an impact on.

And suddenly I felt worries sprouting inside of me.

Kaven and I, we both knew that the date of my departure was admittedly not certain - but me actually leaving was. I was going back to Vancouver eventually in the near future.

Despite the fact him knowing this, he told me that he liked me.

I couldn't even rejoice over this properly. Damn it.

So what was going to happen now? Were we going to have a long-distance relationship?

Speaking of... is this even a relationship?

I looked up and my charging cellphone caught my eye. three fifty-six a.m.

I wondered if he had woken up yet.

What if my dad called me today and asked me to pack my bags because he was coming to pick me up?

Oh no, I sighed in my mind, pressing the blanket on my face. That could happen any moment, and I was not ready for that.

Three am thoughts really hit different when you were an over-thinker.

Was I worrying for no reason?

Maybe Kaven knew something - like if that would surprise me - something, that I didn't. Yeah, that made sense.

It wouldn't be the first time, him keeping information to himself because of his family. Maybe he knew, that I wasn't going to leave anytime soon, which is why he confessed.

Right?

...

... ...

The more I thought about that, the less sense it made.

And there was only one reason that remained and it was the fact that maybe he was just caught up in the moment.

***

My alarm clock rang around eight thirty a.m. and my eye lids felt so heavy that I was not able to open them properly. I went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water into my face and got up to look in the mirror.